Luyện nghe bài hát Sasquatch

After filling my reputation of beaters
Soared to Taco Bell and I some gorditas (Mmm, that's good!)
Wanted four more, ordered 'em, eat 'em
Then head to Thebe's house for gymnastics
Fantastic, I backflip on beat B
Cause we running shit like the on four cheetahs
Flow than Papa Joe's or Domino's (Fuck it, whatever, um)
Trashwang scratched inside the
Got some One Direction tickets, I hit that up
Drive by with signs plastered on the truck
Then see how many of they could fit inside the trunk
over the microwave and the cannabis
Try to take the van and the whole to Canada
Fuck the block and the venues, they can't handle us
They can't us including fruits that Frank's channeling
The Ku Klan see me and my managers
But thank me when they ask where the Five is (fuck)
Man, I suck now, I still dope (nope)
But and Rihanna's fuckin' again so there's still hope
Oh fuck, I went there, balling bitch, I'm hair
Y'all barely like Taco's self-esteem in a thin chair
Old Navy bitches love gap, yeah this grin's rare
a nigga smile like five-year-old child
I'm kicking it with Nak and the nigga from Green Mile,
Red in this cup so a nigga may seem wild but
That's just all the I was burning a little while ago
let me get hold of that rifle
Shout my nigga Elsseser and Sean Pablo
Surrounded by them niggas skate with a sick style
And some freckled bitches with peaches that's vile
never did catch that rhino

Squadron full of some souls
Sergeant of all, autumn and Nak just nollied a pothole
with his momma's wishes for college
And coppers a problem since paying for Damianos
So shimmy the swamp, nigga, follow me through the foxholes
Moral Orenthal with a bitch in a Bronco
Hopped right off the seven and stumbled some Vatos
Threw a punch, got jumped, off and then walked home
Shit, like 6 p.m. and his temple throbbing
Hand in the cabinet by seven, the prescription oxies
Logo in the boxes, all my hostile
of your crosses, scoffing at your doctrines
Bitches stupid as the group is
Only slightly, write to get a pussy nigga two chins
Man these stitches shut the loose lips, in a Ruth's Chris
Slid into a booth and hid the from his shroom trips
See, Lionel ball with on the weekend now
And on a scenic route, we on the second season now
Small fry got 'em seasons salty, weeded,
Ease up off me, end is breathing as bulimics barfing
From a different breed of doggy, from a different seed and
And teeing off, believe it's Golf Wang,